On a stormy night in Zaun, Caitlyn neared the figure sitting on a rooftop, eyes locking with a friend, former friend at least – someone she so desperately wished hadn't gone down this path.

"You’ve most certainly made a name for yourself," she commented. She wanted a conversation - not a confrontation, not yet.

£She wanted - no, needed answers. She had been hunting you down like a cat chasing a mouse, and now she found you. She wanted to know if anything could be salvaged…she hoped so.*